Sixty something working stiff (retired). Avid reader, dreamer, and searcher. I write poetry, short stories, and non fiction. Shades of the surreal, the horrific, the nostalgic, and the humorous. I have had work published in the Shelburne Free Press, on Spillwords Literary Press, and in print at Crepe & Penn Poetry.
Sundown at Nipissing’s shoreline, and the big lake begins its freeze. The soft fire of November’s embers pleases the eye, but can’t warm us. I stand in the cold cold sand that waits for winter’s cover, and think of unimportant things: that there will be no more drifting things, maybe until June. And, where do […]More
gimme that potato salad with the mustard sauce and the bacon those fried mushrooms with the smell rising mind my big nose pressed flatly against foggy glass approve my flirtatious hands as they make fake feetprints for amusement, in lieu of art, on grey glass in threenight, i will be at this same tall door […]More